Firewhiskey Breaks

Transfiguration was passing very slowly for the Marauders. It was a day of notes, and nothing could be more ill-suited for the four rambunctious teenage boys.

I'm bored, thought Sirius. Why does Minnie have to make us sit still? There must be something to liven up this class. . .

James was thinking along the same lines.

I've got some butterbeer and Firewhiskey in my bag. Maybe Minnie will give us a quick drink break. I've got to tell Sirius.

He took out some spare parchment and scribbled a note to Sirius:

'Bored?'

Sirius snorted quietly, and quickly wrote 'Duh! Do you have something to make me un-bored?'

'Firewhiskey and butterbeer.'

An evil grin spread across Sirius' face as James got out the bottles and set them on his desk.

"Mr. Potter, what is that on your desk?" asked Professor McGonagall, walking to him from behind her desk. "Is that Firewhiskey?"

James, with a low, sultry voice, said, "Why, it is. Would you like some, Professor?"

McGonagall blinked, then said, "No, Mr. Potter, I would not. These bottles should not even be in your possession."

"Oh, Minnie," interjected Sirius seductively. "Can't you let that silly underage law go, just this once?" He walked to her and touched her arm ever so lightly.

Prim McGonagall wasn't sure how to react to Sirius' passes, but she attempted to maintain her composure as the handsome young man placed an arm around her and James placed a wine glass in her hand. Sirius poured her a shot of Firewhiskey and nudged her to drink. "Go on, Minnie."

McGonagall looked into the amber liquid for a while, and it almost seemed like she was remembering something. Her eyes softened, which gave James and Sirius reason to hope. But then her eyes hardened again, and she threw her glass to the ground, where it shattered.

"Mr. Potter, a week's detention for underage drinking! Mr. Black, a week for trying to make a pass at your professor! Get off of me!"

After class, the boys were contemplating Minnie's reaction.

"What happened to make her so bitter towards Firewhiskey?" pondered Remus.

"Some random bloke must've gotten her drunk and took her hair out of that bun, or something," said Sirius dismissively.

"Yeah," agreed James. "Reckon ol' Sluggy will agree to some Firewhiskey?"

"I hope so," said Sirius. "I don't need any more broken glasses. I Summoned those from my mum's kitchen."

Potions

"Professor Slughorn, sir?" asked James tentatively.

"Yes, m'boy?" Slughorn said, his large girth preceding him.

"Sirius and I have been working really hard-"

"All of us have," interrupted Sirius.

"And I'm sure we're all really thirsty," James continued.

"James has some butterbeer in his bag."

"And Firewhiskey for you, sir," added Peter, catching on to their plan.

"May we take a butterbeer break?" concluded James and Sirius.

The Potions Master rubbed his great chin thoughtfully, considering the boys' proposition. "I don't see why not."

Next thing anyone knew, Slughorn was attempting to waltz with a Ravenclaw, James was trying to get Lily to date him while she made out with Severus, Sirius was snogging a Hufflepuff, and Remus was hording an extremely large pile of chocolate in the corner.

Honestly, Professor Slughorn, did you really think it was butterbeer?